Adultery A Husband and Wife’s Playful Texts Turn Into a Complicated Affair

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Chapter 126 – Silent Anger and Midnight Promises

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The entire day, despite her firm decision to distance herself emotionally, Nikitha continued taking care of Jay with quiet dedication. She prepared his meals, gave him medicine on time, and checked his temperature regularly. But her mind was elsewhere — fully occupied by Tharun. His anger, his silence, the hurt in his eyes — it consumed her. She waited anxiously for his text, checking her phone every few minutes, but by noon, there was still nothing.

When Jay finally fell asleep after lunch, Nikitha slipped away and called Tharun. The phone rang endlessly. No answer. She tried again in the evening. Still no response.

At 3 PM, unable to bear it any longer, she left for the office.

Tharun was deeply focused on his monitor when the door opened. He looked up, surprised.
“What are you doing here, Nikki?” he asked.

“You’re not picking up my calls or responding,” she said, her voice trembling. “What else could I do? I don’t want you to hate me. I beg you… let’s compromise.”

Tharun looked at her for a long moment, then sighed.
“I promise I’ll text you tonight. Now go.”

Nikitha controlled her emotions only after hearing his promise. She nodded and left the cabin, her heart still heavy.

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That evening, she waited anxiously for his message. When it didn’t come, she texted him first.

Nikitha: I truly want to speak with you in person, more than text.
There was no reply.

Meanwhile, at home, Jay was slowly regaining his strength and confidence. Ever since he heard from HR that Nikitha and Tharun were the ones who helped clear his name, a quiet hope had bloomed inside him.

Would Nikitha risk something like this without love? he thought. She even made Tharun an accomplice in clearing my name.
He remembered her words about wanting a divorce. He smiled to himself.

No, Nikitha. You still love me. Let tomorrow come. When Sharmi arrives for her shift, I’ll go to the hospital and get my bandages removed. A- Surprise,  Then I’ll pursue you again. I’ll make you choose me.

One good thing had come out of all this confusion — we are finally going back to the village after many years. This time, I will take you with me.

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The night came. Still no message from Tharun.

After dinner, Jay went to bed early, the medicine making him drowsy. He looked at Nikitha lying beside him, her face turned away. He whispered to himself with quiet determination:

Take care, darling. Tomorrow, I will hold you in my arms again. I will force myself to make you accept.
The medicine took effect, and his eyes slowly closed, Nikitha’s image fading in his mind.

Minutes later, a message finally arrived.

Tharun: Sorry, I had to complete both days’ work. Tomorrow, I’m leaving for Mumbai for a one-day trip unexpectedly. The proposal I prepared today was instantly approved. I need to send the papers in person. Will be back the day after tomorrow.

Nikitha: I thought if you had texted me earlier, I would have asked you to meet me in person. May be you dont want to meet me thats why you respond me late, i know you are still angry and pretending to busy at work. 

Tharun smiled to himself, looking at how Nikitha worried, he felt like he want kiss and hug her at the moment and shower love with her. 
He controlled himself and tried to enact a playfull conversation. 

Tharun: What if I say I’m angry? That’s the reason I’m pretending to…
Nikitha: I know. Please don’t be like that…
Tharun: Okay. What will I get in return for leaving my anger?
Nikitha: Ask. Anything!

Tharun laughed anything? may be i should ask something naughty and see. 

Tharun: I need to take you… Anal.

Nikitha stared at the screen, a blush rising to her cheeks. She understood the moment seeing the message, may be he got cooled down and just playing with me. 

Nikitha: You rascal… You acted all angry just to ask this??
Tharun: Haha, no. I do have anger toward you, but the moment you reached the office in the noon,
I decided not to react much and spoil your mood.
Nikitha: Then what’s this?
Tharun: Every time we have sex, I always keep anal in my mind, but you eventually stop me. For the wish that doesn’t happen the other times, I just tried my luck.

There was no message for two to three minutes.
Then Nikitha replied:
Nikitha: Do as you wish… if that can help you get rid of the anger.
Tharun laughed, looking at the screen. He hadn’t expected her to accept so readily, thinking he was still angry. It looked cute to him. But he was also disappointed — he had to wait because of the Mumbai trip.
Still, he didn’t want to miss this moment. He decided to keep her emotionally close.
Tharun: I will be there in 10 minutes.
Nikitha: What? Tonight? No way, it’s too late.
Tharun: Why not? You are at fault, don’t you want to please your husband? ?
Tharun didn’t wait for her reply. He put on a t-shirt, grabbed his car keys, and rushed to the parking lot.

Not knowing this, Nikitha texted again:
Nikitha: My husband is sleeping. You are not my husband.
Tharun was already in the car and hadn’t seen the messages yet.
Nikitha panicked.
Nikitha: Sorry, I mean you are not yet my husband.
Still no reply.
Nikitha: Sorry, I will consider only you as my husband. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.
Tharun, now driving, finally noticed the messages. He realised she had misunderstood his silence.
He was about to reply, You are mistaken, I’m not angry… when another message came.

Nikitha: Come tonight. I will wait for you upstairs. I will have pills, don’t worry about condoms.


Tharun laughed softly. He didn’t reply with text. Instead, he sent a voice note:
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
She looked at time which reads 11.35 PM. 

Nikitha, fearing to open the voice note, quietly left the room and walked toward the upstairs house, her heart racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

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At 12:00 AM, the soft tick of the wall clock in the hall gently pulled Jay from his sleep. It was a mild, familiar sound — not an alarm, not loud enough to wake most people. But tonight, it stirred him.


He turned to his side, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table. That’s when he noticed it.
Nikitha was not there.

He thought she might have gone to the bathroom. But the attached bathroom door was locked from the outside. A strange unease settled in his chest. He slowly got up, and walked into the hall. The kitchen was empty. The living room was dark and silent.

His eyes drifted toward the internal staircase that led to the upstairs apartment. Maybe she’s angry and went up to sleep alone, he thought. I should talk to her.

He climbed the stairs quietly, each step heavier than the last, the old wood creaking faintly under his weight despite his efforts. The hallway light was off, but a soft, warm glow spilled from the direction of the living room and bedroom. As he reached the top, something felt profoundly wrong. The air was thicker up here, warmer, laced with a faint, musky scent that made his stomach tighten. Then came the sounds—soft gasps, low, breathy moans, the unmistakable rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the subtle creak of furniture under movement.


His heart began to pound, a heavy drumbeat in his ears.

He walked forward slowly, almost against his will, his bare feet silent on the cool floor. On the sofa lay her nighty, carelessly discarded in a crumpled heap of silk. A few steps further, her black lace bra was tangled on the rug. Then, near the half-open bedroom door, her panties—dainty, red, lay abandoned like evidence at a crime scene.

Jay froze. His breath caught in his throat, sharp and painful.

No… it can’t be.

His mind raced through a thousand denials, but his body moved closer anyway, drawn by a sick, magnetic horror. He approached the bedroom door on legs that trembled, his pulse roaring. Peering through the narrow gap, he felt the last fragile pieces of his world shatter.

The sight that greeted him destroyed him instantly.

Nikitha was on the bed, facing down, her upper body pressed firmly into the mattress, ass raised high in surrender. Tharun was behind her, gripping her full hips with strong, possessive hands. He thrust deep into her ass with slow, powerful strokes, each one deliberate and claiming. The thick woolen blanket had been shoved aside, pooling at the foot of the bed, revealing every explicit detail in the dim lamplight. Nikitha’s face was turned sideways on the pillow, her mouth open in a continuous, broken moan of pain and pleasure. Her fingers clutched the sheets desperately, knuckles bone-white. Every powerful thrust jolted her forward, her heavy breasts squishing against the mattress, her back arching deeply as she took him.


Tharun’s muscular body glistened with sweat, his broad shoulders flexing with each movement. He leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder before biting down harder, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. His cock—thick, veined, and slick with lube—disappeared inch by inch into her tightest hole, stretching her obscenely.

“Fuck… you feel so tight,” Tharun groaned, his voice low and rough with lust. “Even tighter than your pussy. You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”
Nikitha moaned loudly in response, the sound raw and filled with both hurt and undeniable ecstasy. Her body was clearly struggling—pain etched across her features with each deep invasion—but she was pushing back against him greedily, hips rolling to meet his thrusts, taking every thick inch. Her thighs quivered, slick arousal visibly coating her neglected pussy and dripping down onto the sheets. She looked utterly lost in sensation, her usual graceful poise replaced by desperate, animal need.


“Yes… oh no, Tharun… it hurts but don’t stop,” she gasped, voice muffled by the pillow. “Deeper… please…”

Jay stood there, completely frozen, one hand braced against the doorframe to keep from collapsing. The world seemed to collapse around him in slow motion. he images searing themselves permanently into his mind 

The air felt suffocating, thick with their mingled scents and the wet sounds of their coupling.

He wanted to burst in. To scream. To tear them apart. But his body wouldn’t obey. A

Tharun suddenly increased his pace, slamming into her harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass growing louder and more obscene. Nikitha cried out sharply, her voice breaking into a high-pitched whimper as her body jolted forward with every brutal thrust. Her fingers twisted the sheets, her face contorted in a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and the sharp sting of being stretched so deeply.
“Fuck—Tharun!” she gasped, half-sob, half-moan.

With a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from his very core, Tharun buried himself fully inside her ass, his muscular body going rigid. His cock pulsed powerfully as he came, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. He shuddered violently on top of her, hips grinding in small, possessive circles as he emptied himself completely. Nikitha’s walls clenched around him, milking every drop, her own body trembling through the intense sensation.

For a long moment, they stayed locked together, both breathing heavily, ragged gasps filling the room. Then soft, breathless laughter bubbled up from them—intimate, satisfied, almost affectionate. Tharun kissed the back of her neck, murmuring something too low for Jay to hear. The casual tenderness in that moment hurt almost as much as the sex itself.

Jay’s legs nearly gave out. He gripped the doorframe tighter, knuckles white, bile rising in his throat.


Before he could force himself to turn away, Tharun slowly pulled out of her with a wet, slick sound. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from her reddened, gaping ass as he rolled onto his back and rested against the headboard, his chest still heaving. His cock, glistening and still impressively hard, twitched against his abs.


“Come on,” he said, voice husky and commanding, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Now get on your favourite—cowgirl ride.”

Nikitha, flushed and glistening with sweat, didn’t hesitate. With a wicked, thoroughly satisfied smile that Jay had never seen directed at him with such raw hunger, she pushed herself up and straddled Tharun’s waist. She reached between her legs, wrapping her fingers around his slick cock, stroking it once, twice, before positioning the thick head at her dripping pussy.

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her mouth falling open in a long, throaty moan as she took him deep inside her. The wet, squelching sound of her arousal was unmistakable. Once fully seated, she paused for a second, grinding her hips in a slow circle, savoring the fullness.

Then she began to ride him with abandon.

Her full, heavy breasts bounced heavily with every rise and fall, nipples stiff and dark. Her hips rolled and ground in sensual circles, taking him as deep as possible before lifting almost all the way off and slamming back down. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin and her soaked pussy devouring his cock filled the room. Tharun gripped her waist firmly, his hands played with her breast for sometime, then his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her down harder to meet his upward thrusts.

They shared a deep, messy kiss—tongues tangling wildly, saliva glistening on their chins—as she rode him faster. Nikitha’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, shameless. Each one was a dagger in Jay’s heart.


The visual burned into his mind forever: his wife—the woman he had loved silently, devotedly for years—riding another man with such raw, passionate abandon. Her body moved with a freedom and hunger he had rarely seen from her. The way her ass rippled with every downward slam, the way her breasts swayed hypnotically, the pure ecstasy written across her face.


She looked alive in a way she hadn’t with him in a long time.

Tharun groaned beneath her, one hand moving up to roughly squeeze and slap her bouncing breast. “That’s it, baby..”

Nikitha whimpered in delight at his words, riding him even more frantically, her moans turning into desperate cries as another orgasm began building inside her.


Jay finally stumbled back a step, his world fracturing completely. The woman he thought was his… was someone else entirely in this room. 


He remembered how he had taken Anjali in the storage room — how people had heard her moans. Now he understood what Nikitha must have felt then. The cruelty of it.


With a broken heart, he turned away weakly and walked back down the stairs, each step heavier than the last. Every moan he heard from above felt like a knife twisting deeper.

When he finally reached the bottom, he remembered her words from earlier:
It’s more than sex with Tharun.

He realised, in that moment, that nothing could be done anymore.
He decided to move on.

He would give her the divorce she had asked for.